Cloud 9

I killed my love with a sigh of relief

Never to be its slave anymore

To defy the current of togetherness

To be alone in a room of ones own

Freedom from the clutches of intimacy

Landed me at the altar of solitude

Release from the demands of love

Freed my desires from captivity

Fading memories cannot hurt

I felt as light as a feather

Bouncing from place to place

I set my course to the unknown

Collapse

 

(Inspired by the Documentary 'Collapse' click the picture to launch trailer)

Oceans feed on land

Earth shudders often

Floods took our homes

People move here and there

Center was silent,

About the storm.

Sheep were scattered

Like ashes in a wind.

Chaos bared its teeth

Food, a calculation

Shelter, a shared nightmare

Water turned wine

Sins of our fathers

Paying a late visit

No, we reached here

The dividend of greed

Dear God...

(This poem was inspired by the movie 'Lourdes')

Why did you choose me?

To carry your light

Who spoke in my dream?

To fold my bed and walk

How do you shower your love?

Does it fall like the rain?

On the faithful and faithless alike

Drenching the rich and poor

Is it like lightning then?

Picking a random subject

A cripple like me

Never counted your blessings

I don’t live by your rules

Will I be damned?

What is a normal life?

If everyone is unique

Rainy Thoughts.....

 

Only offspring to the ocean and cloud

His smile is like a shiny white sword

Devotion of trees makes him so proud

Loyalty of rivers reveal, he is their lord

He sees every window's pain and joy

He never misses a date with a farmer

He gives soaked expressions to the coy

He sighs at the lovers getting warmer

As gentle as a white pony

And as wild as a dark horse

He roars with those who laugh

He weeps with those who mourn

He brings wonder with every visit

Leaves a colorful promise to come again.

A long way from home

For the marooned astronaut

Home is a small blue spot

A sailor who lost his compass

Will call the nearest land home

For the secluded prisoner

Home is the letter that will never arrive

The faces around the bonfire

Is home for the man away from his tribe

The thoughtful philosopher will say

Home is what he has not learned

For the meditating monk

Home is a promise called heaven

For lovers living apart

Home is where they last met

Home is different for everyone

A place where we are buried alive